The Beginning

Welcome. Starting out is the hardest part. Recognizing things are off. You want to feel better. Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. It’s just depression. Fuck that. I’ve wanted to be a therapist ever since I was young. I remember being fascinated with how people thought, felt, and acted. It was a mystery I wanted to solve. In this fascination, it became very easy to lose myself in others minds. I could step out of my life and just hang out in someone else’s for a bit. It wasn’t until I gave birth to my son I realized I couldn’t really pretend anymore. The weight of ignoring myself was oppressive. And I was hurting those I cared about the most. I could no longer loose myself in others and I needed to take the next step to untangle myself.

I know I am not alone. And neither are you.